La Salle (AGF 3) - Naval Cruise Book

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Now it's time for shore patrol So you'd better bear a handg Just drop on by the gun shack For your stick and black arm band. Your duty day is underway, You're not off 'til eight bells. But tomorrow's your turn on the beach ln the beautiful Seychelles. Bos'un's Mates, are often called Deck apes . . . but they ain't. You see, there's much more to their rate than Hauling chains and chipping paint. All through the night they keep us safe As Iookouts while at seag And without their skills once we make port Ashore we'd never be. ,

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The Corpsman he has all the cures - His job's to heal the sick. When sick call's passed he's always there To fix you up - but quick. And he is the man to see to get your purple pills. For we all know Mombasa ls no place to catch the chills. Disbursing is the place to go When you want to draw some payg They'lI sit right down and figure it, 'They'll compute it - day for day. Then they'll hand you what is due you - lt's not that much, of course. Oh, perhaps you haye forgotteng You're still dragging that dead horse.

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Flight quarters! Flight quarters! The One-MC does bark All hands man their flight stations Be it morning, noon or dark. The mission might be Med4Evac Or, this time, Snoopy,Teamg But, rest assured, the crew is set As the rotors spin and scream. The Quartermasters on the bridge They all do their part. They're the ones who plot our course And know it all by heart. The Navigator takes a fix, And works a little sum. Then he shouts, We're te Bahrain here we come! Z n miles out